For Whom The Hammer Tolls

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For Whom The Hammer Tolls


Dreaming of a hammer

A slow arc of deadly intent

A shaper of metal


The clang of contact

On a wrought iron anvil

That resonates threat


The white-hot sparks

From the red-hot ingot

As it succumbs


Weighing its power

In the palm of your hand

With a smack of skin


Its dull grey mass

Balanced perfectly

On a shaft of wood


Clang! Goes the beat

Clang! It rings out

Clang! It warns


It builds a nation

As it strikes down

Onto railroad steel


Chiming through the mountains

That succumb to its urgent

Creeping progress


It destroys a nation

As it strikes down

On the hungry and oppressed


On a warm day

With the sun beating down

On rocks and boulders


The punishment

Of the chain gang

On a Georgia road


Where crime is the anvil

And justice falls heavily

Like a tempered steel blow


It is constructive

It is destructive

It is a righteous hammer

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Fri 15th May 2020 16:33

Thanks for the link Ian.

I will have to think about using this resource myself.

When I first read this poem of yours I could not help but shed a tear (pun intended). It was a very emotive read.


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Ian Whiteley

Fri 15th May 2020 14:57

cheers Po - glad you liked it.

Yes - I think 'Bayonet' is probably one of my best - it works both as a poem and a song and the message is much bigger than the picture it seems to paint - I don't know if I've shared the song with you - apologies if I have - but here it is:

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Thu 14th May 2020 18:55

Forged in the furnace of a red hot mind Ian, well crafted.

Btw. I keep forgetting to mention to you... your amazing poem about 'the bayonet in the shed' is bloody captivating.



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